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YAY! SHITTY POETRY~
There once was a girl of sixteen.
Whose feelings for this boy they did ween.
With stunts that he did and words he would say,
Made her rant and rave and send her mind to disarray.
He tried to appease but all made in vain,
As she kicked his sorry bum out into the rain.
With a guilt-laden heart, she set out to seek-
-Spotted and Found, she bounded to him, flowers in [his] hand weak.
A shine in her eye as arms wrapped 'round neck
Lip-to-lip in a chaste, quick peck.
Hearts all a-flutter
They spoke with a stutter.
A thought, an idea, pass through charged eyes,
The heated truths in the depths that told no lies.
Hand-in-hand, they trotted away,
As the soldier extended his in-land stay.
To be with boy of seventeen, with muscles so tight,
Her heart would be made of that so light.
So off did they canter,
without any banter,
To enjoy their last moments together.
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Don't criticize me too hard... it's hard to rhyme, but yea I know it sucks :(
